My Healing Games

Chapter 909 They've all gone mad

Every miracle occurs because of a strong feeling that it will definitely succeed.

Number One was certain that he could break free from the shackles of fate. He knew that the other children stood behind him, and he firmly believed that when everyone was together, they could accomplish anything.

The other children also had complete trust in Number One, and no one wavered. They had made all the necessary preparations in advance so that Number One could create new miracles.

"No matter what your personality is, no one can kill me in my shrine!" The necrotic flesh was torn apart, and blood-red pupils formed from despair stared at Number One. The happy split soul hidden in the orphan's flesh awakened.

“When we decided to hunt you down, we had already examined all the tributaries of fate. In my opinion, you have absolutely no hope of escaping.” Number Three stood silently behind Number One and pulled out the tattered notebook again: “In order for Number One to throw this punch, we had already found out the location of all the idols two days ago and manipulated the apothecary clerks who were guarding the clay sculptures to unintentionally add the cursed object of the new god to your offering.”

Number Two slowly raised his arm, and the chain wrapped around Number One's wrist began to loosen. Two indescribable forces collided, and every link of the chain trembled.

The boy's bloodshot pupils sensed the danger, and his eyes shifted slightly, as if trying to leave the boy's body.

“It’s no use.” Number Three spread out the notebook, which contained the names of hundreds of children, but only about seventy of them had red crosses marked on them: “This notebook was shown to you on purpose. All the children who could potentially inherit your soul have been taken under our control.”

Turning to the next page of the notebook, one bloody name after another came into the boy's eyes.

“We didn’t just happen to find you; we locked onto you from the beginning and only confronted you after cutting off all your escape routes.” Number Three casually burned the notebook and looked at Number One: “All miracles happen with countless foreshadowings and coincidences. I laid the groundwork, Number Two created the coincidences, and Number One is the miracle itself.”

"Oh!"

One chain of fate snapped, and then countless chains stained with viscous sinful blood shattered in the new city. Nothing could stop Number One's will.

His personal power pierced through the blind boy's body and struck the ugly soul within him.

The great lock that had imprisoned the city seemed to have been broken. As the soul was shattered, the clouds in the night sky thinned considerably, and long-lost starlight fell upon the ruins of civilization.

"you……"

The joy symbolizes the weakest soul, representing the tragic past. It must bear the backlash of fate alone, yet even so, killing it is not easy.

As long as there are still desperate orphans in the new city who meet his requirements, his soul can be transferred at any time; as long as there is still a clay sculpture of him in the new city, he can mobilize the power of the shrine at any time.

The remnant soul of Gao Xing, who seemed destined for victory, was killed by these children who had also experienced the deepest despair. They understood each other's thoughts too well because they were all people who had struggled to survive in despair and pain.

"This symbolizes that your present soul has been devoured, and that your past soul has also been destroyed. If you cannot even protect your own future, then this shrine will be completely overthrown." Number Two seemed to be saying this on purpose. Upon hearing his words, the remnant soul of happiness inside the blind boy's body let out a piercing scream.

Before it was completely destroyed, it destroyed all the statues in the City of Hope, and an indescribable aura spread from the inner city towards the abandoned city occupied by ghosts.

Before long, the starlight in the night sky began to distort, and streaks of hatred intertwined on the edge of the city, as countless ghosts emerged from the buildings where they were hiding.

Even the phrase "a hundred ghosts parade at night" is insufficient to describe this terror. Gaoxing sensed the threat and was about to unleash a new wave of calamities!
The highest level of warning sounded in the buffer zone of Hope New City, hovering over the entire city. Those who were already preparing to sacrifice Hope New City were spurred on by their joy and acted ahead of schedule!
The lights in the city began to go out in large numbers, and the sound of chaotic footsteps continued. The gates of the inner city were opened, and the core combat forces of Hope New City were urgently mobilized.

This city, which represents humanity's last hope, has enjoyed peace for far too long. Now it is like a giant beast that has just woken up, frantically waving its claws that it has not used for a long time.

The sirens quickly replaced all other sounds, and the city's residents hid in their homes as darkness descended upon the city.

“We should be doing the right thing, right?” Number Four has witnessed the changes in the city firsthand, and this is just the beginning. Even more cruel and terrifying things will happen in the next few days.

“Hatred and some of the higher-ups in Hope City share the same idea: they are working together to sacrifice all the residents of Hope City. If we don’t intervene, their plan will proceed smoothly, and they will be harder to stop now that they are well-prepared.” Number Two glanced back at Number Four: “Right now, neither side is prepared, which is the most advantageous situation for us. The chaos will also allow more survivors to escape.”

Number Two is neither a good person nor a bad person; being able to see fate, he is, to a large extent, no longer human.

The souls symbolizing the joyful and tragic past were shattered by Number One, and the fragments were collected by Number Two. All the children left the inner city as quickly as possible.

The entire city is now under martial law, and the students of Class 7 are not in a hurry to leave, since the blood sacrifice has only officially begun from this moment on.

They returned to a house in the central district and entered the underground shelter that the homeowner had dug for himself, where an altar that had only been erected in the last few days was located.

The altar was new, but it had already undergone numerous sacrifices in a very short period of time. The statues on the altar were like living people, full of divinity, as if they might open their eyes at any moment.

"Zero, wake up soon. We don't want to owe you anything anymore."

Number Two offered a fragment of Joy's soul as a sacrifice to Laughter. At the moment the sacrifice was completed, the statue of Laughter even showed signs of flesh and blood. Perhaps in the future, Laughter really can walk out of the statue!

"Many of the statues and altars of the God of Joy have been destroyed, but we cannot rule out the possibility that the traitors in Hope New City will continue to build new altars for it. We must fight for the blood offerings before they complete their sacrifices."

The war between Hope New City and New Shanghai Old City has broken out. This is a war between the strongest survivor stronghold and all the hateful monsters. The buffer zone stretching for more than ten kilometers will become a meat grinder. It is a matter of life and death, and neither side can retreat.

The earth trembled, the night sky wept, black rain fell from the horizon, and the wind was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

This was only the first night, and countless ghosts and survivors had already perished.

……

"Han Fei, Han Fei!"

In the hazy light, someone was calling a name. Han Fei's pupils slowly focused, and he quickly realized something.

He had borrowed Gao Cheng's identity, so everyone in the shrine's memory world would call him Gao Cheng, not Han Fei.

Looking in the direction of the shouts, Han Fei seemed to see another version of himself. This other version of himself was far away from Han Fei, and the two could not touch each other at all.

"Laughter?"

A sharp pain shot through the back of his head, and his whole body felt like it was falling apart. Han Fei suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying in the abyss of greed.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. After forcibly consuming the soul that symbolized his current happiness, his personality underwent a dramatic transformation.

The starry sky, the abyss, the Milky Way composed of personalities above, and the sea of ​​flowers composed of souls below—life and death form a near-perfect cycle here, and strange and wonderful life forms begin to emerge in his world of personalities.

"This seems to be an unspeakable world of shrine memories!"

Using all his past experiences, memories, and accumulations as a framework, Han Fei constructed an independent world of shrines. He found that he seemed to have discovered another path, a path that even Fu Sheng had never tried.

"It turns out that living people don't need to become ghosts or the unspeakable to reach this point."

In his joy at this worst possible future, Han Fei surprisingly saw the hope that was most suitable for him.

"The system notification says that I have reached the limit of personality awakening in this shrine's memory world. Does this mean that if my personality can break through nine times, I will be infinitely close to the ineffable?"

Gao Xing's true form is ineffable, so it is difficult for a second ineffable, ultimate hatred to be born in his shrine memory world.

But Han Fei had no intention of abiding by the rules of the shrine. He was extremely rebellious and his mind was filled with thoughts of how to kill the god and how to make himself the master of the shrine.

Looking at the vibrant "world of extreme evil," Han Fei felt that all his efforts had been worthwhile.

Mental pollution can no longer affect him. With divine eyes and a flesh and blood factory, black water and despair are manipulated. If he wanted, he could become the biggest source of mental pollution himself.

All the personalities in the sky also formed a whole with the healing personality. Han Fei's will and mental strength increased tenfold compared to before. This improvement was permanent, and even if he left the world of the shrine's memories, his will strength would not change.

If you pay close attention, you'll realize that Han Fei can now control seven different kinds of hatred at the same time, up from four. Most importantly, he also possesses a top-tier trump card—immortality.

The immortal being sleeping at the center of the world is the strongest ghost that Han Fei has imprisoned. Even he himself doesn't know just how terrifying this ghost is.

(End of this chapter)